Seducing the Billionaire: A Billion Dollar Contract Story (The Billion Dollar Contract) Read Free

a lounge like this are usually looking to hit up a man for some… you know.”
    He said it so casually, and yet Jasmine could only sit and stare at that striking profile and perfectly placed black hair. Ethan drank as if he had not insulted her honor. Okay, so Jasmine was out to score some from a hottie. A rich hottie was a bonus. Did that mean it was all right to imply that she was exchanging her body for money? The nerve!
    Jasmine slipped off her seat. If she had a bag on the counter she would rip it right off for effect. “You, sir, are making things very difficult for me right now.”
    Ethan held up his hand in an attempt to soothe her outburst. “I said I was sorry.”
    “You’ve got me wrong!” The few remaining patrons in the hotel lounge glanced at them before going back to their business. They probably think he’s my pimp! What a night. “I’m not looking for money. I wasn’t even looking for a free drink.”
    The way Ethan leaned against the counter almost made him look like he was bored. “Then what were you looking for?”
    Jasmine took a leap of faith and poked him right in the chest. Damn hard pecs! Because of course he had them! “You know what I was looking for.” She cut him off before he could open his mouth again. “ Without compensation.”
    Ethan would see. She was far from expensive. Jasmine was quite the opposite of expensive. She was one cheap girl giving away everything for free. Surely, Mr. Lost Wallet could afford that.
     
    ***
     
    “Snazzy,” Jasmine said as she entered the executive suite behind Ethan. “So this is how a megarich businessman stays in town.”
    She stepped out of the entryway and surveyed the large room. It wasn’t massive, but it had a separate sitting room and master bedroom in the back. The centerpiece was a fake fireplace with a large flatscreen TV hanging above it, as if rich guys passing through only cared about gas fires and football. Or Bloomberg. Is it a split screen that can show both? Not that Jasmine wanted to watch stock prices or football plays. She had other things on her mind.
    “Megarich?” Ethan tossed his room key onto a dresser and poured himself a drink from the complimentary bar. More scotch, from the looks of it. “I don’t know about that. I also don’t know how much money you seem to think I have. Either way, you’re probably a gold digger.”
    Jasmine pretended she didn’t hear that. She sat on the edge of a plush beige chair and massaged her ankles, which were currently tied up in a pair of strappy red heels. Men liked heels. She had it on good authority. They’re not super comfy though. The price a woman paid for style and seduction. “How long you in town for?”
    “What difference does it make?” Ethan stood in front of a mirror and watched himself drink his scotch. Or so Jasmine thought until she realized he was looking at her reflection. “I’m only going to see you tonight.”
    The chair muffled as Jasmine sat up straight. “I get that this sort of thing is probably old hat for you, but…”
    “Old hat?”
    She huffed in his direction, exasperated. “Picking up women in random cities and bringing them to your room.”
    “You came up to me, if I may remind you. My only intentions tonight were to get a drink and then retire for the evening. I also had a long day.”
    “Doing billionaire business stuff, I’m sure.”
    “I admit, I didn’t give a cat a bath, but I did sit through a three-hour board meeting about things that would terribly bore you.” Ethan poured another drink, handing the stout glass to Jasmine. “That’s my own personal version of hell. But enough about that.” After Jasmine took her drink Ethan poured himself another. He clinked it against Jasmine’s glass before drinking it in one swig. “You came up here for something else. You made that pretty clear.”
    Jasmine sniffed the drink and immediately put it down on the coffee table. “I know what I want.” She sank back into the chair,